crackedpot
Profile
Australia is the country of my birth and I love this ancient land and feel great pain as I view it’s current destruction.
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.
1907 – 1962
The story of the cracked pot
Groups
crackedpot is a member of Abstract Realism, All About Flowers, All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Artistic Feminine Photography, B. A . G . (Bum Appreciation Group), Beauty of The Human Body , Beige is death!, Birds and Creatures of Flight, Bits and Pieces , Bodyscapes, Creative Inspirations - [2pw], Earth Keepers (How do YOU save the Earth?), Everyday Life, Feminine Intent (LIMIT TWO IMAGES PER DAY), Freedom In Words & Art, Gods and Goddesses, ImageWriting (2/24), Implied Nude, Mature Woman, Moody, Dark, Evocative (no nudes), Mother Nature's Finest, Music of the Spirit, Self as Other, Skyscapes, Something To Say, Tease Me Baby!, The Art of Duo Tone Erotica, The Artistic Nude, The Healing Journey, The Woman Photographer **7 Submissions a week only please**, Totally Topless, Trees - 2 images per day with trees as the focal point, Vibration in Art and Verse - VAVoom! and Voices of the Dark and the Deep.
Journal Entries
Rachel Carson quote
Posted 2 months ago.
Rachel Carson
Posted 8 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Each day
Each day I awake to a world abused by toxins / Each day I awake to a body assaulted by toxins / Each day I struggle to get through the day / With a body irreparably damaged by toxins. / You ask me …
Spirit
Spirit keeps me wandering / Homeless, restless, seeking / Union that is not of this Earth. Spirit keeps prodding me / Towards the distant shore / Towards my rest. Spirit keeps me safe / Guiding …
The Passing
Mortally wounded, you were held lovingly against my heart / And I prayed and surrounded you with love and light / Until you passed from this world to the next. / And at that moment, my grief erupted. …
As I seer
Oh, we began with good intent no doubt. But power without wisdom and humility is dangerous, nay fatal
Sensitive
In olden times I would have been called ‘fey’ and accorded my own place within the village
